Chapter 2: PROLOGUE Why can't I die in peace?(edited)

'The F*ck!? What is happeni....'

[A/N: Our boie will die in this chap, hihi!]

As I struggled to comprehend what was happening to me, my mind started to clear. My body tumbled through the air, flipping two or three times before I landed on the ground. The first thing I noticed was my inability to see. I couldn't feel my body; I could only hear.

Faint voices reached my ears from the surrounding chaos.

Woman 1 - "Oh my God! What just happened here?"

'What is she talking about? Can't she see? A damn accident just happened here!' My thoughts were surprisingly calm amidst the chaos.

(3rd POV)

Person A - "Hey, that truck! Stop that truck, it's a hit and run case."

An old man took out his phone - "How could someone do this to a poor child?" He muttered something along those lines but wasn't calling an ambulance or the police; he was doing something else with his phone.

Woman 1 - "Hello, you people! Someone is dying here; shouldn't you call an ambulance?"

Person B - "Hey, aho! (idiot) Stop arguing and call an ambulance."

While saying that, he also took out his mobile phone and started recording a video.

Old Man - "What an era this is! Nowadays, it seems like nobody wants to help another person. Oh God, what has humanity come to?"

Person A - "What? You old fart? Can't you call an ambulance? You're also holding a mobile."

Old Man - "No, I'm making a video here, you a*shole! Can't you see I'm going live with my 6000 subscribers? These days, nobody respects their elders."

Person B - "That's enough, old man!"

A black truck pulled at the local convenience store hitting the front door. It had several large holes on its side. There were bloodstains scattered on it's door and tires missing. In fact, most of its wheels were missing as well. It stopped right after damaging the store doors. 

In the midst of all this chaos, Takeshi cursed his luck, "Fck my luck, just fcking let me die. Why are you guys running the last moments of my life like this?"

His consciousness began to fade, and he stopped hearing all the noises around him. His soul slowly and peacefully merged with the surrounding darkness, giving him a sense of calmness amid the chaos.

Takeshi died that day at that road crossing. He didn't blame others for not calling an ambulance; he understood human nature and accepted it. He wasn't angry at anyone but rather smiled at his own foolishness.

"It seems I got myself into an accident. Is this the Afterlife?" he thought as he looked into the pitch-black darkness surrounding him.

"I can't believe I died because of my own stupidity, not seeing the red light on the traffic signal, surrounded by those morons, listening to their idiotic arguments."

"Sigh... what a pathetic way to die," and that was his last thought before he truly passed away.

And so, the story of our boy Takeshi ends here... or is it just the beginning?

[A/N: Evil laugh!]

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In the midst of Tokyo's winter chill, the city thrived with people. Parents clung to their children's hands, navigating the bustling streets, safeguarding them from getting lost in the bustling crowd.

While parents tried to wrangle their kids from running rampant on the busy streets, protecting them from their own naivety, the faces at the gates exuded joy and happiness. The buzz of Christmas was in the air, and Tokyo's streets sparkled with festive decorations.

The colorful lights on the towering Christmas trees added an extra layer of enchantment to the city. Shoppers scurried about, their hands filled with bags and their hearts filled with the holiday spirit. Christmas carols played softly in the background, putting smiles on the faces of passersby.

Amidst the city's festive fervor, in a distant corner of Tokyo, lay an oasis of calm. Nestled within the embrace of cherry blossom trees, a grand mansion stood, radiating a majestic air. It blended the aesthetics of medieval Japan with modern technology, representing the Gojo clan patriarch's primary residence.

Here, he lived with his wife and son, Satoru, alongside numerous servants and trusted guards. In Satoru's opulent room, the walls were adorned with posters of his favorite anime characters and Digimon. The colorful artwork provided a stark contrast to the traditional beauty of the mansion.

In one of the most opulent rooms within the mansion, a man with pure white hair slept peacefully on a king-sized, luxuriously dressed bed. The bed, adorned with red blankets and blue pillows, exuded a cozy yet rich ambiance.

Despite the opulence of his surroundings, the man sleeping on the bed managed to outshine them all. There was an air of majesty around him, and even in slumber, he looked divine.

And why wouldn't he? This man was a GOD!

Yes, this man is the only son of the Gojo clan's head.

[A/N: Drumrolls, please...dadadadada..tadada..dun!!]

"Gojo Satoru!"

[A/N: I'll start it slow, but the story will pick up the pace after Chapter 7 or so... stay tuned,

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Author - Hi, guys! It's me, your not-so-favorite author. As I've mentioned, this is my first official work, and I don't know much about anything. So, I'm curious about the power stones. If some of you generous readers could send me some power stones in this chapter, I'd really appreciate it! I hope I don't get killed like the cat, hihi! Bye~